#dreamtale x reader

[bonefanatic]

in which; you put more than one king in check. (chat i low-key cooked with this one i think)

The room is quiet, the air is thick with tension.

The smoothness of the pawn's peice feels good in their hand. They turn it this way and that, watching the eyelights of their opponent flick across the board.

The skeletal king reaches out and moves his knight. The peice seems almost as though it's taunting them.

They set the pawn down, observing the board. They almost sympathized with the pieces, seeing their fallen comrads in the captured peices.

Was this what everything came to? All the blood and lives lost?

A game of chess. That's what determined whether or not the sacrifices were worth it. Perhaps the gods had indeed abandoned this world.

The blood beneath their nails is particularly noticable against the light colored wood of their queen.

Perhaps they'd have ballads written of them, the fallen hero. The last of the ones who fought.

The one who lost.

They squash the thought, placing down the peice and capturing the knight.

"You're clever, little knight. I imagine we could've been close, given more desirable circumstances."

His bishop takes the place that had once belonged to the lighter peice.

They finally let a grin come to their face. He ignored their true plan completely.

"Well, I think we can both agree that you've never been the most imaginative."

Their armor clinks faintly, moving their remaining bishop to sit in front of his king.

"Checkmate."

Faint gasps echo through the room. The king's eyelight shifts, become fuzzy and then shrinking to a sharp pinprick. The pinprick flicks to them, burning with an intensity they're unfamiliar to.

The king rises from his seat, seizing the knight's wrist. As he brushes the board, the peices move to their proper places, as though they had never been touched.

His smug grin tugged into a snarl and their heart falls. An old warning rings in their head, one they wish they had heeded; never trust the nightmare king. An attempt to pull their arm from his vice grip proves futile.

Suddenly, he's stood directly in front of them. His next words leave him as easy as breath; "Marry me."

[sundropmoondroplover]

Underverse Masterlist

Undertale:

Sans:

Our Little Secret Undertale Sans x Female Magic Reader Story

It's All Okay Undertale Sans x Reader

Papyrus: ~Nothing yet~

Underfell:

Sans (Red): ~Nothing yet~

Papyrus (Edge): ~Nothing yet~

Underswap:

Sans (Blue): ~Nothing yet~

Papyrus (Stretch):

Winter Cuddles Underswap Papyrus x Reader ~Currently working on~

Horrortale:

Sans (Axe or Bear): ~Nothing yet~

Papyrus (Sweets): ~Nothing yet~

Dreamtale:

Dream: ~Nothing yet~

Nightmare: ~Nothing yet~

Inktale:

Ink: ~Nothing yet~

Errortale:

Error: ~Nothing yet~

Outertale:

Sans (Nova): ~Nothing yet~

Papyrus (Apollo): ~Nothing yet~

[undertale-fluffcanons]

4th!: Dream from what I've heard has a positive aura, due to being the guardian of said emotions, and in turn Nightmare has a negative one. What if that aura grew to be a bit too much and becomes overwhelming? He might need to go to the reader for comfort/help...

*Nightmare will never admit that his negative aura can become overwhelming, especially not to those he’s not close to

*however, there is one person that he can rely on, and that’s you. You are the only person who is aware of how overwhelming his aura can become

*so anytime this happens, you are the first person he will come to for help/comfort. You will keep him close and won’t let him go until you are sure he’s calmed down and that his aura is back to the way it should be

*the first time this had happened had caught you off guard. You were aware of his negative aura, but you didn’t think it would get to this extent

*so now you’ll keep him close, hug him/cuddle with him, whatever else may come to mind, until he calms down

*Nightmare will never admit this outright, but he does appreciate your help

[inepta-puer-simp]

okay, let me explain

i'm wildly delighted with the works of the @itsxroxannex

it bring me aesthetic pleasure. all this work with shapes, with color, with the overall conciseness of the picture

so i decided first to give honor and respect, and secondly to practice. i sincerely hope it's not something unpleasant for you…

[soul-shenanigans]

May I please give Nightmare a hug? I just think he’s pretty neat.

-A fellow Nightmare simp

-A fellow Nightmare enjoyer

There you go

Huggies with Noot-

[skelesunderthetale]

What makes them happy

Characters: Sans, Red, Blue, Dream, Nightmare, Ink

🎡 Undertale (Sans): He’s a simple guy. The kind to try and appreciate every moment. What makes him happy is probably also the most important thing for him: his family. Nothing can make Sans smile more than a nice hang out with his brother, either it be at home or going out for some food. Papyrus is always there to chit chat with him, and he likes listening. But all of the above can apply to his special someone… Underfell (Red): Another simple guy! He likes when someone thinks about him, in general. Obviously, he very rarely felt that way considering his universe is the contrary of kindness. It did happen, long ago, that his brother would make cards or handmade gifts for him. It’s the fact that those things were directed to him that made him so happy. Now, any kind of attention towards him makes his soul skip a beat. Underswap (Blue): Holidays, his favorite thing ever. He just absolutely adores seeing everyone gather up, naturally happy and appreciating each other's company. Any kind of event that includes him welcoming people to his home, cooking and providing for them. He loves feeling helpful and making others feel at ease. Blue likes the simplicity of holiday joy, that’s when he feels the happiest. Dreamtale (Dream): Similar to Blue, of course he likes helping others, it’s his duty and reason to be alive. However… We all have a selfish side, and his selfishness created the fact that what makes him happy is getting favors in return. Not anything life threatening, just a task to assign someone in return for his protection. He also likes being pampered. He takes care of everyone, why can’t somebody hug him too? He’d very much like that, and he deserves it. Dreamtale (Nightmare): Now why would he want to be happy? He hates it and hates everyone in this stupid post. Kidding. Sadly for him, it makes his soul tingle a bit in happiness when he gets something new to read. He especially likes those big spined books, with shiny writing and sometimes embroidery of uncommon color. He’s also a fan of classic old decor, as long as it’s dark enough. He likes his environment, that’s what makes him… Satisfied.

 ___tale (Ink): It’s confusing him. Sometimes he likes things, and other times he hates said things. But something he obviously likes is art. Art is so vague, it can represent anything, it can even make the worst soulless ink-made skeleton in the universe relate to an ambiance or sentiment. It doesn’t need to be happy to be beautiful, and neither does he. That’s what he likes so much about it.

[voidandabyssal]

How would nightmare react to someone that helped him at his lowest

The s/o in question is as old as him maybe even older. The s/o met him when he was a child and sulking near the tree of emotions because everybody kept on hating him for being the protecter of negativity

The s/o took pity in him and decided to become his friend.

But even if nightmare now had a friend, he succumbed to negativity and ate the apple

The s/o at the time of corruption was going to hang out with him but instead saw him murder people mercilessly so they got scared and ran away.

And after hundreds of years of nightmare looking for the s/o throughout the multiverse, he met them helping dream instead of him.

I would like to know what Nightmare would do in that happens because my thoughts just left me at that

Nightmare:

The moment he takes a bite out of that apple is simultaneously the best and worst decision he had ever made. The feeling, the power, the justified revenge he got at the hands of the village was worth it

Even when his body tore apart at the seams and black goo burst from his cavitys. Tentacles bursting from his back. His teeth twisting and sharpening into painful reminders of his decision.

Until he saw you. You’re face twisted in horror, fear

He hated you. From that very second, overcome with negativity, he swore he wouldn’t forget your face. The emotions he pulled from you only strengthened him. Further empowering his shattered and remaking body.

You were supposed to be his friend! Someone who cared for him, who stuck by his side through even the worst of times.

you were exactly like the rest of the village.

You were using him! you only befriended him because of his status!

He’s so consumed with everything that you just manage to slip away from him. You just barely manage to escape, his sharp tentacles slicing your cheek open leaving a thin trail of blood behind.

When Nightmare snaps out of his rage. After the village had been destroyed, though he still feels the ache of that perceived betrayal he still wants you around.

Dream is gone, turned to a statue, and you are the only thing he has left.

He searches, and searches, and soon rips the village and surrounding lands apart as he looks for you.

He assumes you’re dead. Killed by him. He lets the negativity consume him once again. Forcing himself to relive the memories of your time together.

Hundreds of years pass, and Nightmare has mostly pushed you from his mind. Occasionally going on a rabid hunt throughout the multiverse in search of you. The desperate part of him, the part of him that could still be considered Passive, still believes you to be alive

He hates himself for that day, he wishes he had grabbed you, held you tight in his arms and stopped you from disappearing.

Constant battles between him and his brother and that newfangled ‘star sanses’ keep him from finding you. Constantly bothered by Dreams desperate pleas to be able to find you.

He holds nothing back, lashing out with every ounce of aggression.

Then he finally sees you. Older, more mature. Still as beautiful as he last saw you.

You were wrapping the wounds of one of Nightmares victims. Regret poured out from you as you remembered the last time you saw him.

Before you can dwell on past regrets, Nightmare sneaks in. Watching on in jealousy as you care for the injured.

You leave the injureds home, when you feel Nightmares tentacles wrap around you and tug you towards him.

The grip is tight, almost painfully so. Every time you struggle he holds you tighter, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug

“You’re here… you’re really here” he mutters, tucking your hair behind your ear.

He fixates on the scar on your cheek, a reminder of Nightmares attack.

He presses a kiss, one as gentle as he can manage. On top of it.

A silent ask for forgiveness.

You can struggle as much as you want, but Nightmare will never let you go.

The two of you disappear into the void. Nightmare taking you to his home.

You are kept careful hidden away. Like a precious gem in a dragons hoard.

He will tend to your every need, keep you safe and locked away from any would be meddlers.

He won’t let you out of his sight until Nightmare is sure you won’t leave. Even then, he keeps a carful eye on the people around you.

You’ll come to love the new him eventually. You don’t have a choice

[burrowingdweller]

Pov nightmare kissed you 👁

[imtrashraccoon]

congrats on 200!! if you'd like, i'd love a gender neutral nightmare/reader <3 dealer's choice on the scenario!

Oh hey, thank you! Admittedly, the implications of this one are rather dark but I hope that's alright... (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Don't imagine your city being devastated by war and losing everything you held dear. How you aimlessly wandered through the rubble filled streets. How the air was thick with smoke and ash. How you found your home completely destroyed.

Don't imagine falling to your knees and sobbing. How you wish it had been you and not them. How you realize that you're completely alone in the world now. How you have no idea how you'll go on.

Don't imagine how a shiver runs down your spine and your heart fills with dread. How you sense him before you see him approach. How he murmurs sympathy at your plight. How his voice permeates your entire being.

Don't imagine his tendrils coiling around your body. How their embrace is almost comforting but how they restrain your movements instead. How he introduces himself as the Lord of Darkness and properly reveals himself to you. How his appearance strikes fear into your heart and how his permanent grin sharpens.

Don't imagine how his claws graze your skin as he tilts your chin up to meet his gaze. How he considers you for a long moment. How he offers to take you away from here and how he'll give you a new purpose. How you feel almost compelled to accept. How you quietly agree as what else can you do?

Don't imagine how he pulls you close and tightens his grip on your frail body. How the darkness seems to encompass and chill you to the bone. How he brings you to his home and gives you a nice room. How he insists that you tell him if you ever need anything.

Don't imagine wondering if this is all too good to be true. How he must want something from you. How he won't explain what he meant. How you get the sense that he won't ever let you leave.

Don't imagine how kind he is to you. How he's there when your nightmares start. How he comforts you and allows you to let everything out. How he insists that you needn't feel bad for venting.

Don't imagine regularly seeking him out whenever you're upset. How he's all too happy to stop whatever he's doing to tend to you. Definitely don't imagine how he pulls you close and rests his skull on your head. How he whispers that you're such a good human and how he's very glad he found you. How you don't know what he means but how you're flattered regardless.

Don't imagine how you feel drawn to him. How you know that he could hurt you but how you can't seem to care. How you can't bear the thought of living without him. How you finally begin to understand what your new purpose is.

First, Previous, & Next Request

[qin-qin16]

cw.: Dream x Reader, hurt/comfort, gn!reader, reader has a bad coping mechanism, depressive thoughts, Dream is here to comfort you, he is just a sweet and good boy, comfort end, but the beginning is kinda angst… 

note: I ask for suggestions and decide to write one of them! Thank you @emeraldhazeidentity for the ideas! And sorry for the delay!  

Your body has always been at odds with itself, whether mentally or emotionally; this time, the problem was your feelings. They were vile and unwanted, creeping into your chest like rats and gnawing away any desire you normally had to get out of bed. And just like those rats, your body only huddled further into the nest that was your sheets on the mattress, a pile of shame and crumbs left from your last meal.

And even though you wanted to stop feeling all of this — this inadequacy at being competent in anything, the constant envy of never being among the best despite your efforts… All of this simply wore your body out, leaving it in a state of inactive exhaustion that began as mental fatigue and spread like a plague throughout.

However, it wasn’t because of your static figure or turbulent mind that you wanted to stop feeling all of this, no. It was because of Dream.

Oh Dream, he was a true angel sent from heaven into your life — and like any angel, you wanted him to stay untainted; your rotten feelings would only taint him, hurting his kind, golden soul. He had already suffered enough at the hands of others; you didn’t want to be just another person to take advantage of his kindness and heroic aura.

You didn’t deserve that — being wrapped in such warm energy — much less to be so selfish as to want Dream all to yourself, even though the thought of holding him in your arms during these lonely times was a recurring one. 

No, a small voice at the back of your mind whispers, Remember what Ink said once? That anything negative could hurt Dream? This weak mindset of yours only draws more and more of those bad, toxic feelings towards him,  and just like every time you found yourself hiding under the covers, the voice was right — was it your subconscious trying to bring some reason to you? Or was it just some kind of dissociation episode?

Truth be told, you didn’t care. That voice was usually right in the end, so why question its existence or purpose? Gradually, your fingertips grew numb, as if your body was sinking deeper into this spiral of feelings, while your chest felt so empty — a contradiction you had long stopped questioning.

Your mind goes blank from the sudden warmth resting on you, like a cozy blanket you didn’t realize you needed after covering yourself with all the ones on your bed.

The mattress dips slightly near your body; someone must have sat down next to you and probably covered you with an extra blanket. You flinch for a moment as you feel a gentle touch on your shoulder through the covers in a back-and-forth motion.

Someone calls your name, but it sounds so distant, muffled; as if softly guiding your mind back to your body.

“What happened, dear?” Oh, it’s him.

In a faint, flickering glow, your soul shimmers beneath your skin, casting a dim, cold light — and you can’t help but hear the soft, distant laughter coming from the other side of your hiding place.

“Oh, dear…” Dream, your cherished Dream, coos, momentarily pausing his gentle touch on your shoulder.

Close to your face, you see Dream’s fingers tentatively emerging from beneath the blanket, inching closer to you — until they lift the blanket just enough for Dream’s face to come into view, with a smile that, though small, radiated the light of the most beautiful stars you’ve ever seen.

"Hello, my darling." he whispers, sliding under the covers, "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner." 

You don’t need to apologize for anything, but you can’t find the strength to say it; your body remains curled up, still numb from the deep sadness — even the presence of your angel wasn’t enough to chase away those dreadful feelings.

"I shouldn’t have left you alone." The hand that was holding the blanket over both of you moves to your face, gently caressing your cheek as the blanket falls over you two.

"I didn’t…" you start to speak, your throat tightening, "I didn’t mean to upset you." you finally admit.

Dream shushed you, leaning in slowly to press his face against yours in a tender gesture, "You could never upset me, never."

And then you feel that warmth again, the same warmth that had settled on you moments before — realizing that this gentle, comforting warmth was simply Dream’s presence close to you, wrapping your body in a warm embrace.

For a moment, you let yourself be carried away by the wave of tranquility that radiated from him, closing your eyes and feeling Dream relax even more against you — leaving a lingering kiss on your cheek before moving down to your jaw, placing another kiss before returning to his gentle nuzzle on your face.

“There’s a world out there waiting for you…” you murmur, hoping that his presence isn’t just a fleeting dream.

“The world can wait a bit longer.” he responds.

And as clichéd as it may sound, it was enough to bring a small smile back to your lips and to help your body finally emerge from its state of inertia. One of your hands strokes the back of Dream’s neck, drawing him closer into your tender embrace.

Maybe it was okay to be a little selfish and hold him in your arms for as long as you needed.

[iiotic]

‧꒰ა Alternative responses to "We have a problem"

- UT Sans: "Let me guess. You caused it?

- Error sans: "You call it a problem. I call it a solution."

- Ink sans: "And it's another Tuesday, what's your point?"

- Nightmare sans: "Would shooting you solve the problem? No? Then get out."

- Dream sans: "If you mean the flaming pillar, that's out solution to the last week's problem. "

- Reaper sans: "Gimme a sec, I'm not drunk enough to listen to this yet."

[undertale-fluffcanons]

hi!! it's been a while, hasn't it? c:

first of all, how are you doing?? i haven't been here for so long that i'm even ashamed

of the second... what about the bad guys' reaction to a y/n they haven't seen in a long time? c;

I'm trying to remember, my memory isn't too good ;w; but I'm doing well! Been working on my other fluff blogs, especially my newest one (it's a blog for fluffcanons for things I don't have a blog for, haha!) also I only take two at a time! I only wrote for Nightmare since this one turned out pretty long!

*Nightmare, while he won't admit it outright, he does miss you after not seeing you in so long

*He's curious to how you're doing and if you're well, and... if you still love/care about him as before

*So seeing you again definitely caught him off guard, since it was all of a sudden. He was called to take care of a mystery "intruder" like who the hell would have known where he is??

*Only to find you being held back by Killer and Dust. He immediately got them off of you by grabbing them with his tendrils and throwing them off you. "Get the hell off of them!" He yelled at them, making them scramble to get out of the room.

*"Well, it's certainly nice to see you too, Nightmare." You chuckled a bit as you crossed your arms, looking back at the goopy skeleton in front of you.

*without really thinking about it… he actually hugged you, which surprised you. The hug didn’t last long, however, as he pulled away and looked back at you. “…where the hell have you been? Have you been alright?”

*he continued to ask you questions, which you answered to calm him down, but he didn’t plan on letting you leave so soon. He was either sitting close to you or holding your hand

[inepta-puer-simp]

so… it seems like checkmate?

i think i actually like how it turned out, so if you do too, let me know

[soul-shenanigans]

Fancy NM is so perfect to be a sugar daddy because; He can handle your shopping with his tentacles, carry you around with no problem (you probably weigh nothing to him) and make his subordinates do everything for you!!!!! It is like getting spoiled and pampered 24/7,

- 🩵

where's the lie tho? Rich? Check. Owns a big residence? Check. Daddy? Check

Anomaly Design belongs to @htsan

[skelesunderthetale]

Best ways to give them affection, and their favorite way of receiving it? (You can do whoever you wish, I only ask that Nightmare and Killer are included :] )

What are the best ways to show them affection

Characters: Nightmare, Killer, Dream, Geno

💘

Dreamtale (Nightmare) He is probably the least affectionate guy here, and in the whole world, but he does have his weak spots when he’s feeling a bit less defensive… Nightmare likes little things like you making him his favorite drink, tidying his bookshelves, watering his clearly dying plants he likes to keep outside. Notice how everything he likes doesn’t require his presence? He likes it the best when it’s subtle. You don’t have to tell him what you did, he’ll notice eventually. Something New (Killer) Killer likes affection when it can boost his ego. For example, Killer prefers when you ask what he’d like to do and then participate in whatever activity he feels like doing, it shows a certain kind of selflessness. Another example would be just making sure he’s taking care of himself, because we all know that isn’t really happening. He likes the attention you give to him and his well being. Most of the time, he acts like he doesn’t care or shrugs it off, but don’t be fooled. It’s just the only way for him to grip on his last hope that he didn’t completely fall for you. His feelings are shaking him up quite a bit. Dreamtale (Dream) Dream isn’t asking for things often, he’s more used to giving attention to others than people doing so towards him. But since he’s with you, everything has changed. You made him come out of his shell, you made him feel better about being “selfish” and being himself. That’s when he started showing you that his favorite thing to do with you was cuddle. Simple, right? Well, for him, it was a big deal. And when you guys started to make it a regular thing, he felt like he was in heaven. Just a hug from you, his face buried in your neck, is enough to charge his battery up. Aftertale (Geno) Geno misses affection, the warm feeling he used to have when he was in company of his family and friends back then. It got taken away from him, and he suffered enough. When he met and eventually started dating you, it’s like all those feelings came back, like he could feel that same joy again. He loves receiving compliments, any type of praise towards him makes the little part of his soul left warm up. He’s easily embarrassed, but he is like that. He loves you, and even more if you can easily word up your affection. --- I hope this suits what you asked for :))

[fatsans]

More Sans Pet Names…but make them Bad Boys~

Kitten - It’s Killer. What else did you expect? It’s flirty, a little sexy, so so cringe. It’s everything he loves. Plus, you should be honored. Killer loved those cats he had…before they…well…and he loves you too. To him, it makes sense to give you a name that’s special to him because you’re special to him. Isn’t that romantic?!

Hun -Everyone (I.e. Killer) would expect Horror to have a food based name, given his background. But at the end of the day Horror is really just Sans, with a few extra steps. So, in true Sans fashion, he hasn’t given any pet names very much thought. Hun is really just the first thing that comes out of his mouth, so it’s the thing that sticks.

My Dear - Possessive. Domineering. Even a bit mocking. That’s what Nightmare is going for when he calls you his dear. It, like everything in his existence, is about control. ‘Don’t you like that, my dear?’ ‘Isn’t this what you wanted, my dear?’ ‘You must be so happy here, my dear.’ However, after so much time together, the weight of his taunting is the same anymore. Perhaps, there is something familiar, common and comfortable, about the way his words sit in your chest- which is about as close to love as Nightmare is going to get.

Bonus:

My darling - It’s the other side of the same coin. When Dream calls you his darling, it fills you with warmth. The positive aura he admits just floods you, making you smile no matter what. ‘Does this make you happy, my darling?’ ‘I adore your smile, my darling’ ‘You must be so happy here, my darling’. He always means well, but there is a wide chasm between you and him. Perhaps, under the weight of his responsibilities and heartache, there is room to have genuine love for you. For now, this positive warmth, is safe and familiar, common and comfortable.